Highlander's Rage: A Scottish Medieval Historical Romance (Unbroken Highland Spirits Book 2) by Alisa Adams

Author:Alisa Adams [Adams, Alisa]
Language: eng
Format: azw3
Published: 2020-11-04T16:00:00+00:00

Aoide had never been a fearful sort. Obedient and submissive, perhaps but never timid or frightened. The last few days had had her running the gambit on her emotions, jumping from one extreme to the other. But fearing for one’s life had a way of doing that.

Now, she had returned to this tent by choice, a free woman. Lachlan could hardly return her to the town, changing his mind and explaining that she was in fact one of the thieves that had attempted to rob him. How would that look?

No. Now she possessed a certain protection, an autonomy that was allowing her to return to her natural self. The Aoide that did not spend every moment terrorized by what others would decide to do with her life.

Aoide did not cower before hard choices or bend to threats if she could help it. She found her own truth in things and refused to argue with those that tempted to belittle it. While her life had taken her on difficult paths and hemmed her choices in by boundaries and compromises, she took pride in owning the limited choices that she could make.

She was no lion. But she certainly wasn’t a mouse.

Yet, she had rarely been so brave as to argue against a man that was three times her size and armed to the teeth. Perhaps stupidity had taken the place of courage, or mayhaps her sense of self-preservation had evaporated in the heat of their intimate moment.

Regardless, she refused Lachlan’s order and denied her subservience in obeying it.

You will return to Scone.

“I shall not,” she told him. Despite her nerves, her voice was firm. “I appreciate all that you did for me that saw me freed of shackles, but life in Scone is not what I wish for.”

“I do not care for what you wish for.”

“I think that you do.”

The allegation seemed to surprise him.

Emboldened by his silence, Aoide slowly stood up, as if she were trying not to startle a wild bear.

“Let me come with you, back to your lands.” The words were out of her mouth before she could reason their wisdom. She had no desire to see the Mackenzie lands, nor did she think herself likely to form any stronger attachment to the towns there than she had to Scone. Her only interest in the north was the fact that it was his destination. Her instincts were driving her now, more than her head, urging her to remain close to him.

Perhaps then she would be able to see the real Lachlan again.

“Why?”

Aoide scrambled for an excuse.

“I have an old aunt there. You could return me to her care.”

Lachlan’s eyes narrowed over her lie.

“You’ve never mentioned her before.”

“I didn’t think I had to. I thought you were taking me to prison, remember?”

They stood as if at an impasse, two warriors facing off against each other in a way that was almost comical. She was three times smaller than him, delicately built with pale skin and red hair. He was tall,

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